[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-sss-class-milfs-and-their-yandere-daughters-i-wa":3,"chapter-sss-class-milfs-and-their-yandere-daughters-i-wa-sss-class-milfs-and-their-yandere-daughters-i-wa-chapter-427":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","SSS-Class MILFs And Their Yandere Daughters, I Want Them All!",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1565645,2029,"Chapter 427: Fox Training","sss-class-milfs-and-their-yandere-daughters-i-wa-chapter-427",427,"\u003Cp>In the past, Astrid was bright. Bubbly. Sociable beyond all reason.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wherever there was noise, wherever there was laughter, wherever there was activity—Astrid was there, right in the middle of it all, her seven tiny tails wagging with enthusiasm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And she wanted everyone to join her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Mama! Mama! Come play with me!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nadia looked up from her diplomatic papers, exhaustion already creeping into her features.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Astrid, sweetheart, Mama has work to do. Important work that helps people.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But you’ve been working for hours!\" Astrid tugged at her mother’s sleeve. \"You need a break! Come on, let’s go to the garden! I found a really cool bug!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nadia sighed. \"Maybe later, my little fox.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You always say that!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And off Astrid would run, straight to Fauna’s workshop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Auntie Fauna! Auntie Fauna! Guess what?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fauna looked up from her research papers, already knowing what was coming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What is it, little whirlwind?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I found a really cool bug! Come see it with me!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Astrid, I’m in the middle of something very delicate—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But it’s the coolest bug! It has like a million legs! And it’s all sparkly! You have to see it!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fauna glanced at her papers, then at Astrid’s eager face, then back at her papers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Maybe in a little while—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"PLEEEEASE?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An hour later, Fauna would find herself in the garden, looking at a moderately interesting beetle, while her papers sat abandoned on her workbench.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then there were her sisters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Charlotte, Anya, and the others never stood a chance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Charlotte! Let’s play tag!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’m busy reading—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Reading can wait! Tag is more fun!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Astrid, I really don’t—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Astrid was already grabbing her hand and pulling her outside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Anya! I found a new game! You have to play!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anya, ever the strategist, tried to negotiate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"How about we play one round, and then I can go back to—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"TEN ROUNDS! Let’s play ten rounds!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And so it went, day after day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Astrid meant no harm. She was just a child—an innocent, loving, overly enthusiastic child who couldn’t understand why everyone didn’t want to spend every moment with her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it was exhausting for everyone else.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Mika noticed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He always noticed everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So, one day, after watching Astrid drag their exhausted sisters through yet another marathon play session, he approached Nadia.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"She’s not going to stop on her own, you know.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nadia looked at him, surprised by the observation from such a young child.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’ve tried talking to her.\" She admitted. \"She just doesn’t understand. She thinks everyone loves spending time with her as much as she loves spending time with them.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Because she’s the cutest, most responsible, strongest oldest sister.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mika said flatly, quoting Astrid’s frequent self-praise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nadia chuckled despite herself. \"Exactly.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mika thought for a moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he smiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A small, knowing, slightly mischievous smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’ll handle it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A few days later, Mika found Astrid in the garden, chasing butterflies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Astrid!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She spun around, eyes wide with surprise. Mika never called out to her. She was always the one chasing him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Mika! What’s up? Do you want to play? I was just chasing butterflies but we can do something else if you want!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Oh! Oh! We could build a fort! Or climb a tree! Or go rock hunting—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Actually.\" Mika interrupted smoothly. \"I have something more interesting in mind.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Astrid’s eyes lit up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"More interesting than forts and rocks? Tell me! Tell me!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mika sat down on a nearby bench, patting the space beside him. Astrid immediately bounced over and plopped down, practically vibrating with anticipation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You know how I’ve been watching those nature shows lately?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Astrid nodded eagerly. Mika loved his documentaries.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Well, I saw this one about hunting. Not regular hunting—the old kind, with hunters in forests tracking animals.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Astrid leaned in, fascinated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And these hunters had these amazing animals with them. Foxes. Beautiful, smart foxes that would help them track down prey.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"They would train them using special whistles—different sounds for different commands. Sit. Stay. Track. Attack.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He paused, letting the image sink in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And I thought...that’s really cool. I want to try it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Astrid nodded vigorously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yeah! That sounds awesome! But...where are you going to get a fox?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mika looked at her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Directly at her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A smile spread across his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Why would I need to get a fox from outside...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He said, his voice dropping to something warm and almost teasing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...when I already have one at home?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Astrid blinked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And not just any fox.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mika reached out and gently touched one of her tails—the fourth one, the sensitive one, making her shiver.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This fox has seven beautiful tails. The most beautiful tails I’ve ever seen.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Astrid’s heart nearly stopped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So why would I go looking for an alternative...\" Mika continued, his eyes locked on hers. \"...when I have such an adorable fox right here by my side?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even back then, even as a child, Mika knew exactly how to manipulate a situation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How to say the right words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How to get exactly what he wanted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Astrid didn’t stand a chance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her heart raced so fast she thought it might jump out of her chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mika wanted her. Mika thought she was adorable. Mika wanted to spend time with her, doing something he had chosen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"YES!\" She shouted, grabbing his hands. \"YES, YES, YES! Let’s do it! Train me! Make me your fox! I’ll be the best fox ever! I promise!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mika chuckled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Good.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And so it began.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every day, Mika would take Astrid to a quiet corner of the garden.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had read books on animal training—far more advanced than any child should have been reading—and he applied those principles with frightening precision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sit.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Astrid sat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Good fox.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Head pat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She beamed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Paw.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She offered her hand. He took it gently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Excellent fox.\" Another head pat. She melted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Roll over.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She flopped onto the grass and rolled, giggling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Wonderful fox!\" He scratched behind her ears. She practically purred.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And when she did well, there were rewards.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Head pats. Compliments. Sometimes even kisses on the cheek that made her entire face turn red and her heart do backflips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When she didn’t follow commands quickly enough?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mika’s expression would shift. Become stern. Disappointed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That wasn’t very good, Astrid. My fox should listen better.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Astrid would feel such a pang of distress that she would try twice as hard next time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a reward and punishment system far more sophisticated than any five-year-old should have been capable of designing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Mika was not any five-year-old.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Astrid, completely enamored, never questioned any of it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She thought they were playing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She thought he just wanted to spend time with her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She thought all the training, all the commands, all the conditioning—it was just a fun game between them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had no idea what he was really doing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Until the day everything changed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Charlotte had made a friend outside the family—a shy, timid girl who didn’t do well with loud, energetic people.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were planning to go to the market together, just the two of them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Astrid, of course, caught wind of this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Charlotte! Where are you going? Can I come? Can I come? I want to meet your friend!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Charlotte immediately tensed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No, Astrid. You can’t come.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But why? I’m great with new people! I’ll be super friendly! She’ll love me!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Astrid, she’s shy. She doesn’t do well with...with...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"With what?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Charlotte hesitated. \"With...a lot of energy.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Astrid’s face fell for a moment, but then her stubborn streak kicked in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That’s okay! I’ll be calm! I promise! I’ll be the calmest person ever! You won’t even notice I’m there!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Astrid, no.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Pleeeeease?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But CHARLOTTE—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The argument escalated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Astrid grabbed Charlotte’s arm, refusing to let go. Charlotte tried to pry her off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their sisters heard the commotion and came to see what was happening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon it was a whole scene—Astrid being dragged away, Charlotte getting frustrated, everyone trying to mediate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Astrid, stubborn as always, refused to give in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She knew that if she just kept pushing, kept insisting, kept being difficult—everyone would eventually give in. They always did.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was winning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A whistle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A specific tone. A particular frequency. One she had heard hundreds of times during their training sessions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her body moved before her mind could process.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She dropped to all fours.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Right there in the hallway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In front of everyone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She stared at her hands—now on the ground—in complete shock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What was happening? Why couldn’t she stand? Why was her body acting on its own?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She turned to see the source of the whistle and Mika stood at the end of the hallway, his expression calm. Controlled. Satisfied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He lowered the whistle from his lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And in that moment, Astrid understood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t a game.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All those weeks of training—it wasn’t playing. It wasn’t bonding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was conditioning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had been systematically training her body to respond to his commands. The rewards. The punishments. The consistency. The repetition.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had turned her into an actual fox.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A fox that would do whatever its master commanded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entire family stared in shock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Charlotte’s mouth hung open. Anya’s eyes were wide. Even the adults, who had come to see what the commotion was about, looked stunned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mika had done what none of them could.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had gained control of Astrid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then—improbably—the shock on their faces shifted into something else.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Approval.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Relief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even admiration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fauna gave a small thumbs up from behind a pillar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yelena nodded slowly, impressed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nadia just stared, reevaluating everything she thought she knew about her youngest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because Astrid needed this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She needed someone who could rein her in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Someone who could make her stop when she wouldn’t listen to anyone else.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And somehow, impossibly, Mika had become that person.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Astrid.\" Mika called, his voice calm but firm. \"Come here.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Astrid crawled to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her body moved on its own, despite her mind screaming, despite her pride wailing, despite everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She crawled across the floor until she reached his feet, then sat there, looking up at him with a mixture of betrayal and something else—something that looked almost like worship.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mika reached down and patted her head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Good fox.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She wanted to be angry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She wanted to scream at him for manipulating her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But his hand felt so good on her head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His praise felt so warm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And despite everything, a small part of her—a growing part—whispered that maybe, just maybe, this was where she belonged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By his side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under his care.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His fox.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From that day forward, things changed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whenever Astrid got too overbearing, too hyperactive, too much for anyone to handle—Mika would whistle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And she would come.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She would drop whatever she was doing and crawl to him, her body obeying commands her mind couldn’t override.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It’s not fair!\" She would whine, curled up in his lap while he stroked her hair. \"You tricked me. You manipulated me. This is too much!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Mika would just smile, continuing to pet her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Shh. It’s okay. You’re my good fox.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’m not a fox! I’m your big sister!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You’re my fox who happens to be my big sister.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That doesn’t make any sense!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But she would stop struggling. Stop complaining. Settle into his lap with a contented sigh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because despite everything being with Mika like this felt right.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Felt safe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Felt like home.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And over the years, he used it less and less, especially since the incident left her acting quite reserved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mostly when she was about to have a fight with her sisters, or when she got too worked up about something.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A quick whistle, a few moments in his lap, and she would calm down completely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eventually, she forgot about it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The conditioning became so ingrained, so natural, that she didn’t even notice it anymore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Until tonight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Until that whistle echoed in her office, and her body dropped to all fours before her mind could even process what was happening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Until she realized—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was caught.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Completely and utterly caught.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the trap he had set for her years ago.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And there was nothing she could do about it.\u003C\u002Fp>",2016,"2026-06-06T08:00:55.356Z",1,"novelbin.me","1d11629a83a48bdc75cc4b179902591019fe90fee01f03a2b5fc672d9d5df7db","sss-class-milfs-and-their-yandere-daughters-i-wa-chapter-524","sss-class-milfs-and-their-yandere-daughters-i-wa-chapter-523",529,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fsss-class-milfs-and-their-yandere-daughters-i-wa-cover.jpg"]